Chapter three – Adrian Ivashkov and Beer
I spent most of the day on the phone with Lissa. There had been a lot of screaming from her. I barely talked her out of taking the next plane to New York City, to come stalk Dimitri Belikov with me. She was very disappointed I hadn't followed him after he left the bar.
"Rose! You should have followed him into an alley, used those ninja skills of yours on him and kidnapped him!"
I had tried to point out that it was neither a kidnapper nor a ninja, but she still thought I should at least have tried.
She went on and on for hours how she would've given everything she had to just touch him.
"You're crazy, Liss! Go do something with your boyfriend." She had just laughed at me and hung up.
I showed up at Miss Croft's for my evening shift. I was replacing Meredith at 5 o'clock. I found her whispering excited over something with Mia and Camille.
They all looked up from the magazine they were reading when I stopped before them.
"Omigod! Look at this!" Camille squealed and waved the magazine in my face. I tried to grab it but she pulled it back and started reading out loud.
"Dimitri Belikov, 28, was yesterday spotted in New York City. He and the rest of the cast of The Emerald Prince gave short interviews. Blah, blah, blah... The cast will be shooting scenes in NYC for the next month. Blah blah. Fans from all over the country are traveling to NYC to catch a glimpse of the Russian born hottie." Camille stopped reading and waited for me to say something.
"Uh, cool?" was all I could come up with. I wasn't the biggest fan of Dimitri Belikov after last night.
"He might come back to the bar!" Camille, Mia and Meredith said in unison.
I didn't think so. I spilled beer on him after all. And Miss Croft's really wasn't that different from other bars. I just smiled and nodded at the three girls.
"Omigod Rose! You touched him! He was such a gentleman, asking if you were alright and everything!" They continued to gush over him until Meredith remembered that her shift was over.
The rumor had spread through our part of the city and many of the costumers asked about Dimitri Belikov. Every time someone entered the bar everyone's gaze went to the door. They were sure the cowboy wannabe was going to walk into the bar every minute. Camille had "forgotten" to button up the last three buttons on her white shirt, and Mia's black skirt looked suspiciously shorter than yesterday.
The bar was even busier than the day before and Hans was very excited.
"I am going to be rich, Hathaway. Rich!" he whispered excited as I hurried back and forth between the tables in my section.
"Maybe I'll give you a raise, Rosie," he smiled kindly at me. Hans knew about my money problem and had more than once offered to lend me money. I always turned him down. I didn't like to spend money that wasn't mine. I didn't bother to tell him that business would go back to normal as soon as the new costumers figured that their Russian cowboy wouldn't show up.
"Are you dating anyone, Rose?" Mia asked as we both were filling up drinks. I looked up surprised and spilled some coke on the floor. Mia never asked about my personal life anymore.
"Oops. No, I'm not. Why?" I asked as I threw a towel on the floor and wiped the coke up with my foot.
"I just haven't seen you with any guy since Jesse," she said carefully. My shoulders stiffened. I didn't like to talk about my ex-boyfriend. Mia had actually dated Jesse before me. They broke up, and I was very flattered when a god looking guy like him had shown interest in me. Things hadn't worked out as I hoped and I did everything I could to just forget him. It was four months since he broke up with me and I hadn't been on a single date since.
"I know this nice guy-"she started when I didn't say anything.
"No," was all I said as I hurried back to the couple waiting for their drinks. I didn't need another broken heart.
I was just taking the couple's order when the sound of shattering glass made everyone shut up. My gaze snapped to Mia who was standing in the pool of spilled coke. Her lips shaped an 'O'.
"Not again, Mia! Why are all of my waitresses such klutzes?" Hans snapped. I guess he hadn't seen the two actors at the door yet. The second he did he chuckled and patted Mia's head.
"It's alright, darling," he said loud enough to let Adrian Ivashkov and Dimitri Belikov hear him. Everyone followed them with their eyes as they went to sit down. It took me a few seconds to comprehend that they were sitting in my section.
The noise broke out again and I turned to the couple before me.
"I'm sorry. Two large burgers with fries, right?" I said. The couple was starring at the famous actors at the neighbor table. The girl's expression was dreamy, the guy's angry. The guy nodded.
I took my time with the order. I knew I had to face the guy I spilled beer on. I couldn't believe he had come back. And he brought his co-star Adrian Ivashkov. I was sure Hans was excited out of his mind.
I served the couple, took a deep breath and went to their table. I plastered on a cheery smile.
"Hello gentlemen. What can I get you?"
Adrian Ivashkov's gaze lowered to my chest and I flushed, thinking he was starring at my breasts. I realized that he was looking at my name tag, that I for once hadn't forgotten at home.
"Hello Rose," he said with a flirty smile.
"Uh, hi. Would-"
"You smell good." What?! I actually think my jaw dropped a little. Was this sexy actor flirting with me?
"Uh, okay. Do you know what you want to drink?"
"I hear the beer here is fantastic," he said with a wicked smile.
I blushed and he chuckled. I shot an angry glaze at the cowboy wannabe next to him. They had probably had a good laugh about me.
"Two beers then?" I asked annoyed.
Adrian opened his mouth to say something but Dimitri beat him to it.
"Yes please. And just ignore my friend here," he said with a kind smile. Damn, he was handsome!
I nodded, not knowing what to say. I hurried back to the bar where Mia, Camille and Hans were all waiting for me.
A/N: Here's the delayed update. I've been busy with school and friends this week. Thanks for the reviews! :)
A few of you asked what my first language is. I'm from Denmark and therefore speak Danish. (And not English like some people think. "Do you speak English in Denmark?" Um, no. ;))
